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skin joined her shoulder. He didn’t draw blood but his mouth was firm enough to make her freeze. He groaned. His growing erection was becoming uncomfortable and impossible to hold back. Having her body this close with naked flesh to naked flesh was unbearable.
    Emily sensed his distraction. Twisting, she broke his grip and brought her knee between his legs allowing her to get away.
    “Oomph,” the air left his lungs. His arms released her going to his damaged manhood.
    Cheri appeared in front of his panicked mate. Her fangs flashed and the screams of demon began again. Brandt, breathing hard, walked gingerly forward. Cheri lunged and caught the girl in an unbreakable grip. Her fangs sank into the soft neck and quickly gave much needed oblivion. The vampire laughed while shading her eyes with one hand, blocking the sun to look at Brandt.
    “If you need help with healing your injury, come to the house after the sun goes down.”
    Cheri flashed away and he reached out for his mate, barely catching the deadweight of her body before she hit the ground. He picked her up and began walking to the cabin once more. His gait was tentative but he no longer had to worry about his body’s sexual response. He gave a soft chuckle but then the smile disappeared. What had gone on in her prison for all those years? She thought a child a demon. He understood her reaction to the vampire, but Kinsee had turned into a werewolf. It should have brought about fascination, not terror.
    Seeing the cabin ahead, he grimaced at the bars on the windows. Sadness and rage twisted inside him but he knew they had to keep her contained. He also needed her name if she had one. Calling her mate worked for him but he doubted she would like the sound of it if she knew what it meant. He entered the small structure and went to his father’s bedroom. His dad’s and Cheri’s scents permeated the room. Before today, it would have destroyed him but now he only noticed in passing. Thankfully, the sheets were clean and smelled of fabric softener so he pulled the top one back and laid her on the bed. He was hungry and knew she must be starving. His eyes again took in the sight of her defined ribs. It was easy to detect in her scent that she hadn't had enough meat in her diet. Werewolves could survive with little meat, but it made them weak. The twinge between his legs reminded him that he should be happy she was not at full strength. But, it angered him that she was deprived of the food her body craved and needed most.
    Using the time while she slept, he cooked. It wasn’t something he normally did but he was capable of cooking up a steak when required. He grilled two large steaks and baked some potatoes. While they heated, his thoughts drifted to hunting and hoped she could be by his side the next time he let his wild run free. She needed to feel the thrill of the hot blood of a kill and understand what she was. They had a long way to go but he had no doubt they would make it.
    The sun was going down when he heard her roll over in the bed. He left the kitchen and walked to the bedroom. Damn it, he needed a name. Looking into the room he saw her startling blue eyes were open.
    Emily’s mind slowly made its way back from unconsciousness and she found herself in another strange room. She took long deep breaths while her eyes took in her surroundings. A noise made her look toward the door. He was standing there, large, his shoulders nearly reaching the width of the door and he was so different from her, so…something. She didn’t understand why she was grateful to see him again when she knew she had to get away. His penetrating eyes met hers and his deep voice sent an unexpected ripple through her body.
    “We’re at your new home. I’m cooking dinner and it’s almost ready. There are clothes on the dresser. They’re only sweats but with your change happening so often, it’s for the best.” He backed away and returned to the kitchen.
    She looked around